Oh My Motherland

Oh, the land we call our mother fair,

Bharat Mata, the essence of our flair,

Her topography a sight to behold,

A gift of nature, a story to be told.

From the snow-capped peaks to the sultry plains,

Her beauty forever in our hearts ingrains,

Her verdant valleys and sparkling streams,

A picturesque vista, beyond our dreams.

Our motherland is a symphony divine,

Her harmonious beauty, a mesmerizing shrine,

Her landscapes a melody, a soulful song,

A rhythmic beat that echoes all along.

She has weathered the ages, withstood the test of time,

Yet her spirit remains, vibrant and sublime,

She is the beacon of hope, the light that shines,

Her strength and resilience forever intertwined.

So let us cherish and protect her,

Our motherland, a rare treasure,

For her love is a boundless measure,

A legacy that we must preserve with pleasure.